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I gave my son everything I had — love, support, and yes, plenty of free babysitting over the years. But I am 71 years old. My knees ache, my patience is thinner than it used to be, but believe me, I’d rather push through a waltz than sit through Paw Patrol.

I’m not abandoning my family; I’m just choosing to live a little while I still can. And believe it or not, dancing and brunch aren’t reckless acts of rebellion — they’re just me finally having some fun.
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